I was reading an Amazon review today and found this:
But I've never run across anyone reading my books in Florida or elsewhere. I'm glad that whoever impersonated me was "a nice guy" but I find this so very strange. Totally don't know how to take this. But it was one of the stranger things that happened to me in this whole "writing gig."I am quite fortunate to have met Michael. He noticed I was reading on an e reader at an Irish Tavern in Florida one day... and asked what it was that I was reading. We had a great conversation about various authors that I have read and enjoyed reading including Terry Brooks, Robin Hobb, Neal Stephenson, Tad Williams, and more. THEN he told me he was an author... in the same genre. So humble. Incredibly refreshing. He ended up being a terrific guy, and I again feel fortunate to have met him.